My strap, is the object of your most recent affection, focus on me. The cause of your infection, your newest obsession. My strap is your reason. My strap gives you direction. You're finding yourself desperate to avoid its rejection.
It was rather rare for humans to be accepted within the Orc tribe, so when the chieftain claimed her as his wife and pumped her full of his seed it was the greatest honor she could receive. (KorwuArts)